Liarrrr

Oh, how fucking humorous. The rapid rate, treacherously flaming in a virulent pace that intends to approach no less than the grimy, ghastly face ablaze of Satan's poisionous lechery, the deceitful malace that twists and contorts and ultimately renders all that reigns in divine glory a distortion, a smirking mirage of disillusion, all for the sake of worshipping one's ego, for one who yearns to weave the religion that lauds and wails the precious songs of sacred exaltation for one's self and one's self alone; for one whose might quivers beneath no king and bends for no authority but that one's own; for one who yields to no law but that which was founded on that one's terms, terms which endeavor to construct no shelter nor gratitude for any other but that one; for one who carves pillars of caniving enthusiasm on which their own sacred wishes, but no others' may rest; for one who clutches to their heart no gems but those which compose their own pleasure and beseech no granting of pleasure unto any other, is the one who molds the path by which the glory of righteousness and mercy are sped down til terminated in the eyes of any audience unwitting of the origination of the righteousness as it is morphed by some demonic mirror into a scathing portrait of maniacal irony, the apex of its core's very opposition, blinding in its decieving viel of malicious darkness, whose depths appear, to the anxious onlooker, ever shallow as is the lust of the architect responsible for the betrayl.